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I may indulge
in upside down
visions a different
point of
view
.
giving you pictures
of reflections
shadows clouds
and waters
.
all fleeting
all temporarily
true
.
You can view me, reading this poem for you, here.
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fall is coming
with messages
thrown at me from above
over my head as falling
leaves passing by
need I to keep
my hands free
.
.
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now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
Sundays’ poems are dedicated to Italian Poetry
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il mio orto a spirale
ha prodotto abbondanza
.
nascondendo la struttura
non percorribile
.
nel suo pieno arrivata
la stagione
.
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If you wish to hear and see the video of the poetic performance click here.
Yes, on Tuesday poems will be in English, as usual!
Sì, il martedì le poesie, come sempre, saranno pubblicate in inglese!
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now it’s my turn
to be sitting on
a park bench
alone listening
something is coming
what is is coming
.
.
This was the only English poem performed on my first poetic reading after the Covid-19 lockdown, last weekend, when asked to do a public reading during the finissage of an art show Called Opulenza Vegetale (Vegetable Opulence). The performance took place in an old site, a church dated 1289, in Italy. If interested in a short video click here, Now.
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lead me my heart
where I am welcomed
.
with joy and gratitude
hold me there with laughter
.
pin me with sweet thoughts
of greatness so that I may
.
shine forever not lamenting
nor lacking lead me
.
to my own
independence
.
The poem, written in August, I dedicate to all the people participating to the Generation Female Global Summit where I will be one of the speakers! I hope to see you there, tomorrow, where you can ask me questions or hear my story, it would be lovely. Please click here to enroll.
Come with me today to my poetry reading in the Coachella Valley in California!
It will take you only 3’09” to be with me and virtually fly there as I introduce you to my poems.
The book I’m reading from, California Notebooks 01 was written there. I wanted to give back to the desert, with this reading, the inspiration it bestowed on me.
This book is dedicated
to those souls whose flesh is too tight
to those whose dreams are real and reality seems
to be a dream
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Thank you 🙏
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having infinity
taking over me
that is my practice
in the desert
to rehearse boundless
to have a sip of
eternity once
in a while
.
.
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hearing steps
of life carried out
gasping one day
they will be no more
times rolls away
my finger fail to
halt it to stillness
.
.
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when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry
I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact
time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me
.
.
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I end up at times
visiting old friends
dinners stretching
.
over time feeding
our souls
the privilege
.
of recalling
the spirit’s
visitations
.
our hearts
a candle burning
quietly
.
steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves
.
we are made to fall
and to die
full of colors
.
when it’s season
.
.
“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.
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life as a bird
an egg in a nest
in unexpected
places hidden
cared for and guarded
with parental
love cracking to
the first light revelation
being fed and
taught to sing
before I could fly out
into everlasting
.
.
.
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I don’t think
heaven is upward
.
I don’t think
God is in the sky
but I think
God is in the air
.
when I look
up to the clouds
I fell God is
there up around
.
inside and
everywhere
God is like air
.
. 
.
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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
.
.
.
This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
.
.
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under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity
This poem is part of the collection Crossing Riviera.
By the way, in case you wish to give me some feedback based on your experience or instruction, this new Blocks Editor DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! Not sure it works for poems… even the Schedule seems more lengthy and complicated and, sorry for the past few weeks, missing the usual posting time and dates – I was experimenting with the Block Editor! Arrgh…
